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475. Addicted

Yesterday was such a great day
I feigned illness to go gamble
I hacked and coughed to seem so sick
So realistic was I that they’d never know
Off I went to the big casino
The money burned my pants and soul
I could feel the luck in my veins
On a successful mission I was to go
Within minutes of my arrival I hit big
The sevens awarded me with green cash
The more I played the more I won
Quickly adding further riches to my stash
I couldn’t lose no matter the game
My investments came like falling rain
After several hours I was very tired
Having increased my winnings by my gain
When at last filled with all I won
I returned home and nursed my cold
I’m addicted to gambling I do admit
For winning will never grow old


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